Thursday, February 27

4 28

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The instant Liv came in to this world, I grew up. It didn't take a birthday, or a wedding, or a college degree to feel like an adult. It took her. I didn't know this would happen - in fact, I might have tried to deny it if you told me it would. But, the fact is, I am not the same person I was a year ago, or even 3 months ago. This girl I am now has a whole new outlook on life. No more rushing, or waiting, or wishing. Just enjoying. Being here and now.

So, as I say hello to my 28th year, I do so with a whisper. One that say's I see you, and good luck on topping last year!

Friday, February 7

0 dear liv -

My baby girl - You are now four months old. FOUR MONTHS! It's insane how fast this time has flown. You are growing so much. Yesterday, you made a real giggly laugh. A big girl laugh. It was hilarious. Honestly, I was a little relieved because it meant the pterodactyl noise you have been making isn't going to last forever. Man, you would have cleared rooms with that noise as an adult. Anyways, we had a check-up earlier this week. You now weigh 13.5# and are 25.5" long. To us, you're huge. You can eat real food now. We started with rice and have moved on to oatmeal and sweet potatoes. You like to eat. I think you like it because you get to sit with Dad and me at the dinner table and eat like we do. Or maybe you like it because you get really messy. Who knows. You can now roll over both ways. You can also sit yourself up. It looks incredibly uncomfortable, but you seem to enjoy it. You also love to dance. In the midst of our dance sessions, Dad and I have realized that our music collection isn't really appropriate for you, though. We're working on that. In the mean time, we're going to keep dancing to Flo Rida. Ear muffs. Anyways, you also love to talk. Lately, you've been talking through spit bubbles. I'm not going to lie - I think it's pretty stinkin' cute.

You love my hair in your face. In fact, I wanted to chop it all off because you also love pulling on it, but I couldn't bring myself to it. Every time it whisps your skin, a peaceful look comes over you, knowing mom is near. When you're resisting a nap, I lay really close to you - my face up against yours - and you play with my hair until you fall asleep. It's special moments like those that contributed to you getting your first cold. Sorry about that. I got it from Dad - it was bound to come to you sooner or later. I tell you what, though, you sure make a stuffy nose and watery eyes look good. You like bath time - but I am not a real fan of it. It strips you of that heavenly scent you have. I'm not talking spit-up. I'm talking about the smell when I kiss the top of your head. I'm not sure I've ever smelled anything so pure. Maybe that's why I kiss you so much - just so I can get a whiff of you.


This weekend marks the 1 year anniversary of us finding out about you. If you remember - it's my birthday weekend. And you, my dear, are the most amazing gift I could have ever been given. I still have that first sonogram hanging on the fridge. In fact, it's the only thing that's ever made it to the fridge - let alone still be there a year later. Truthfully, it's the only thing important enough to celebrate every single day. My God, I have been blessed with you.

My growing girl, I love you!
Love, Mom

Thursday, February 6

0 day #4

We're going on day #4 of being home bound because of the winter weather. I'm not going to lie - I had been a little jealous of the rest of the country for having a winter to remember while we were sitting here in the cold and not a single flake of snow was falling. And now we have 8+ inches of devil's dandruff keeping us from leaving the house. Thank you, winter weather, for not forgetting about us.

// I made a few things, including this little pacifier clip. 

// I have thoroughly enjoyed the time to drink an extra latte and sketch a bit. I think today I might even have time to paint. WHAT? WHAT?!

// She could care less that we're home. She's just havin' a ball with her toes. Actually, that's not true. She loves that we're home and get to shower her with kisses and kisses and kisses. 

Thursday, January 30

5 a story of rolling over

Liv was probably 8 weeks old when I casually laid her onto her belly to play on her blanket. In a fuzzy new mom state, I went to make a latte and when I came back she was on her back. Of course I scooped her up and started laughing and crying and feeling a combination of overwhelming love and pride for my baby girl that just rolled over. I literally bawled at the idea that she was already growing so fast.

That was the very first time that little Liv "rolled over". Although, looking back, I'm about 99.9% sure that I laid her on her back and in my need for coffee, I blanked out when I left the room because weeks and weeks passed and she never tried to roll over again. 

Fast forward to Liv at 13 weeks.I had just started back at work and was in my closet pumping when the sitter sent me a picture of Liv playing on her tummy. I casually mentioned that I was working with her to roll over. She immediately texted back saying "From tummy to back? She just did!" Mind you, this was my third day back at work and I was a hot mess (to say the least). As soon as I read the text, I burst into tears. She had rolled over WITHOUT me! I was at work, and she was growing up. DE. PRESS. ING.

So, when we got home, I laid her on her blanket and let her show me what she could do. And...nothing. In fact, she just got comfy and laid her head down like she was going to sleep. That night, Tim and I decided that if it didn't happen in front of us, it didn't happen. It was all just suspicion. If anyone asked, Liv wasn't rolling over. 

Fast forward to last night. As many of our evenings go, we got home from school and lady Liv was playing on her mat. Smiling,  drooling, grabbing her toes...happy as a clam. We progressed to tummy time and what did that little girl do right in front of my eyes? She ROLLED OVER. Right in front of me. TWICE! I covered her with kisses and "YAY!!!! You're so big"'s and "I can't wait for you to show daddy!"'s. And she totally acted like it was no big deal. What a modest little girl.

My little lady Liv - growing like a weed.

Thursday, January 23

6 eat and sleep


We started giving Liv cereal a few weeks ago. Mostly - I just wanted to see her reaction to the cereal. To our surprise, it went really well. She eats it right up, swallowing it along the way. Everyone asks if it helps her sleep through the night and my answer is this - she has been sleeping wonderfully since about 6 weeks. Back then (seriously - that was a blur), she would wake up once at night around 3am for a feeding.  I thought that was amazing. She gradually got better and around 8 weeks would sleep somewhere from 10:00 to 5:30 am. No feeding. We have been working on our 'bedtime routine' which is mostly a combination of cuddles and tickles and kisses on the head. We try to put her down around 8:30 and she sleeps until about 6:30. TEN HOURS! It's enough time for me to have a moment with Tim in the evening and to get myself ready in the morning. Is it the cereal? I doubt it. I really think this girl just loves a good night's sleep. She is like her mom - needs her beauty rest!